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Strange avenues you lose all sense of direction
And everywhere is street, in the winter sun
The sleeps, cold coat lined with the money section
like a a record cover from 1971

And here am I, warm feet and a waiting
Shall I make us feel good? And would a dollar do?
But in your streets, I no credit rating
And it might not take a lot, to be alone like you

Heading up and out now, from rock island
Really to have had you here with me
And somewhere in the crowd I I hear a young girl whisper, whisper
"Are you ever lonely, just me?"